Page 41 of Every Inch of You
I removed my cardigan and blouse while following him, and unzipped my skirt. By the time he reached the foot of the bed and turned around, I was pulling down my skirt. I stood before him in my camisole and Mary-Janes, and his eyes about popped out of his head. He made a loud guttural sound and reached out for me. I backed away and pushed him onto the bed. “Not yet,” I said. “I get to touch you this time. Lieback.”
He exhaled and lay back on hiselbows.
I lifted up one of his legs, untied his Nikes and pulled off his shoes before slowly pulling off his pants. His grey boxer briefs were bulging in front, and I wanted to remove them, but first, I would touch every inch ofhim.
I kneeled on the bed beside him, leaned down and kissed his mouth. He reached for me, but I moved his hands and placed them behind his head, running my fingers down the length of his arms, every smooth, hard curve, all the way down to hisshoulders.
I traced around his pectorals, licked his nipple, gently ran my fingers up his shaft, over his underpants, then ran them along his lower abdomen. I let the back of my fingers drag up the center of his chiseled torso. He was firm all over, but not in an inhuman way like a statue, the way it sometimes looked at the gym. There was substance and heat beneath his radiant skin. When I reached his chest, he grabbed my wrist, flipped me over and straddledme.
He lifted my camisole off over my head while licking me from my cleavage up to myneck.
I pulled down his underwear, releasing his monster erection, wrapped one hand around his cock and cupped his balls with the other hand. He groaned as I tightened my grip. I felt a surge of hormones. I don’t even know what to call the wild animal noise that I made. I wanted to put my mouth on it, but when I lowered my head down, he pushed me back and reached for a condom in his bedsidedrawer.
“I can’t wait anylonger.”
“Good.”
I settled back into the pillows and inhaled deeply, trying to control my breath and anticipation, like at the start of a rollercoaster ride.Here we go. It’shappening.
He rolled back on top of me and kissed me. I didn’t have to tell him to go slow at first. He pressed into me. I let out a high-pitched sigh. It stung for a second, but it was awesome. He kissed me again and pushed himself in a littlefurther.
“You’re so tight,” hegroaned.
“You’re amazing,” I said. I wrapped my arms around his back and wriggled around and down, trying to take in more ofhim.
He started to move his hips, and so did I. I was ready. I would handle all of the painful pleasure of him for as long as he could give it tome.
He kissed me deeply. It relaxed me. I concentrated on kissing him, my eyes closed, and for a moment I felt so comfortable with him, it was like we were back in his basement in Seattle. It must have made me even wetter, because he was suddenly able to slide in even further, and he raised himself up so he could move morefreely.
I felt so full of him and it wasbeautiful.
“You okay?” hesaid.
“Yes.” I had never been so okay in my life. “Don’tstop.”
My hips moved along with his and we found a rhythm—to tempo. At that point it seemed impossible that there was ever a time when we weren’t attached like this. Waves of warmth radiated from the center of my body, and I could feel his strength inside of me and all around me, but I could tell he was holdingback.
“You don’t have to hold back,” I said. “Fuck meharder.”
“You got it,” he growled. He began thrusting with the power and grace of anathlete.
The bed was rocking, and I spread my arms out over my head and just enjoyed letting him pound away at me, so masterfully. I let myself go, and I started to come in a way that was wild and shattering, and not at all normal for me. It was epic. He managed to last until I had calmed down, but I could tell it was a struggle for him and I wanted to know what he was like when he cametoo.
When he slowed down a bit, gearing up for the big finish, I lifted my legs up vertically, so they were on both sides of his head, and I was so tight around him. He let out a gruff sound and said my name and his body started to shake. His loud breaths were musical in a masculine sort of way, and I wished I could know what it was like to be him right then, because there was such an impressive physicality to the way he climaxed. He was so in his body. I thought of a runner reaching the finish line, the way he finished strong. Not a sloppy explosion like I was used to from guys, but a celebration of everything leading up to thatpoint.
I never knew I could fall in love with a man’s orgasm, but Idid.
He collapsed on top of me and we lay together for a few minutes, in silence. I thought about absolutely nothing while I ran my fingers through his hair. He kissed my shoulder before sittingup.
Like any alpha male who has just revealed the most secret part of himself to a woman for the first time—as soon as he had gotten out of bed, the mask was back on and he asked if I needed to go home to JustinTimberlake.
I said that Idid.
I took my time getting dressed, said hello to the kitten before leaving, and enjoyed his kiss goodbye, which was somehow passionate and restrained all atonce.
Hadhe still not forgiven me? Was this how he was with every woman he’d had sex with? Was that incredible earth-shattering physical act just a run-of-the-mill experience for him? Was it worth it to me to feel so much for someone that I had sex with even if he wouldn’t admit that he likedme?
Absofuckinglutely.
Fornow.
Because I knew who Brad Mitchell was, and I knew that I wanted all of him, even the hard shell that had replaced the soft shell that once protected the sweet innermost part of him that I had stirred when we wereteenagers.
I was determined to get back to that part of him eventually, layer by beautiful muscularlayer.
